Ruth is a little embarrassed at first, when she takes that first remark as shock and alarm. Not that she blames Betty for it, really, she knows it's probably a weird thing, a woman in her twenties saying she never even kissed someone, let alone... well, done anything else, ever. But then Betty goes on talking, and her embarrassment turns into a snort and a laugh, her head tipping back a little.

"No way," she shakes her head, her hands both resting on Betty's arms, sliding up to her shoulders. "That was my first kiss, you can't take that away from me. And this one was my second. And the next one will be my third." And she will love each and every one of them, in different ways, sometimes for different reasons that deep down, are all the same.